Okay, a real post...

Sorry about the lack of updates last week, apparently when you go to Italy for a week the slavedrivers back home continue their routine, and then you have to catch up... Bastards... Besides, I left 25 pictures to look at, which is worth aproximately twenty five thousand words! Anyway, spent last week catching up, skimming texts, and once again proving that while you CAN write a seven page paper in one morning, it's probably best not to...

At the request of an anonymous poster, who was probably Jess, I'm going to put up more pictures from the trip. That way you can be even more disgusted with your own cold mountain-y existence and lust after my warm coastal lifestyle. Bear in mind I'm back on Chilly McDrip Drip Island though...

Also, joined facebook.com finally... It seemed like a good way to keep in contact with various people back home. One big caveat though... Today I got an email from facebook saying that Justin Siebert (Pres. Skyview Student Body '02) had added me as a friend. I wasn't NOT his friend, so I certainly couldn't refuse to add him, but we weren't anything beyond casual aquaintances... This was a conundrum I was hoping to avoid at least until my 10 year reunion... Facebook is forcing me to confront the people I purposely avoid when I run into them grocery shopping!

On that note, know what I LOVE about England? The way no one looks you in the eye unless you're quite well aquainted. Now, some of you may not now this, but I'm a very shy and retiring person until I get to know you (at which point I apparently go batshit), and I much prefer not having to acknowledge the existence of other people. I can see how a typically outgoing and social American might find this strange and uncomfortable, but I love it! NO more "Hello Chicken" (you know, when you see someone you're kind of friends with, or knew in grade school or whatever, and there's this worriesome tension over whether or not they're going to say hello, and if they do are you going to have enough time to say hello back, does it have to be verbal, or can you just kind of nod, do you have to stop and have a quick conversation... Now you see why I'm so tired all the time... THIS KIND OF STUFF IS GOING ON IN MY HEAD 24/7!!!)

So kudos to England for their stiff and akward social customs that mesh so nicely with my bizzzaro personal foibles.

Since England doesn't have a fall gluttony festival per se, they're all ready gearing up for Christmas with nary a qualm, so I'm getting excited to. Looking forward to seeing you fambly! Well. that's all for now... TTYL, TTFN.